Ahh, Acceptance. This song is my jam. The lyrics just came pouring out of me, because every single word was written from past personal experience: self-doubt, exhaustion, anxiety, depression, disorganization. More often than I care to admit, I feel like a big ole mess. I’m a very emotional person, and although I’m easily ecstatic and joyful, I’m also easily frazzled. I spent too many years as my own worst enemy, beating myself up over the smallest flaws. I have longed for the hyper-organized life: the home that smells like fresh-baked cookies, the neatly stacked storage bins, the color-coded spreadsheets. But those things aren’t my reality. My house smells like muddy dog and store-bought cookies, my closet looks like a tornado aftermath, and the sheer idea of Pinterest gives me heartburn.
I’ve struggled through a slew of disorders and obstacles, and although I’ve overcome SO much, I’ve recently learned to accept the things I cannot change. I may not win “wife of the year,” (or “mom” or “woman” or countless other “of the year” awards), but I’m doing the best that I can to live the best life that I can: savoring each moment with my family and friends, striving to be nice to the people and planet around me, and being grateful to God for every detail of my (often messy) life, and His grace through it all.
I wish we lived in a world where people weren’t so quick to criticize each other. But that’s not our world. Ours is a world in which people readily judge friends, celebrities, even random strangers. I can’t even click on the comments section of an online article without cringing at society’s judgmental harshness. Why are we so critical of others? Do we not all live in a veritable glass house of our own? Is our criticism some perverse amelioration for our own flaws? Why can’t we look at someone who’s a big ole mess and cut him some slack, knowing that none of us are perfect? Why not lift each other up? Or at the very least, live and let live?? After all, everyone on this earth has issues, and no one is immune from struggle.
So while living in this giant glass house of life, let’s treat others with love, kindness, and ACCEPTANCE. Then if your glass house ever starts to crack, hopefully others will offer you the same acceptance…and maybe some duct tape.
ACCEPTANCE VERSE 1: My hair is in knots I've had negative thoughts and I'm questioning every small thing My house isn’t clean I'm so tired I could scream But at the tips of my toes I will sing CHORUS: This is me, in all of my splendor I have struggles, I have issues, I surrender I'm a big ole mess… But so are you We're all complicated We are flawed and we are frayed and we are faded But we do our best, deserve nothing less...than acceptance VERSE 2: At times I feel blue, I’ve anxieties too Exhaustion’s my only repose But I wake up each day and press on anyway And try not to dwell on the lows ~CHORUS~ BRIDGE: There are days when I’m barely treading water And the world won't cut me any slack But I keep my head up and don't bother Worrying who's at my back Cuz this is me, in all of my splendor I am bruised, I am scarred, I’m a little tender But I’m doing my best And so are you We all do what we can It’s a long and windy road but in the end... ...we need acceptance ©2016 Sparrows Rising Music